I take my time removing the shirt, hands sliding along the hard muscle of her back. I love how she feels under my hands, the small spark as my skin glides along hers.

There's a momentary break in contact between us as I take her shirt off but once it's over her head I pull her back close, kissing her even more heated than before, as if I need to make up for the brief lack of contact.

My hands grip her hard, telling her I still need more, that I can't get enough of her, that she's driving me wild.